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Raiden wobbled a little as the train moved forward; his knees were still unadjusted to the motion. He wanted to find a seat. He NEEDED to find a seat. He was feeling seasick, which was just sad because there was no water or boats within at least a mile radius of him. Sliding the door of a compartment open, he peeked inside and rejoiced to find that it was empty. He wouldn't be bothering anyone then, good. And if he was sick, then he wouldn't... throw up on anyone. Even better. He tossed his bag onto the seat and flopped down next to it, putting his feet up and curling into a ball. Comfortable, if not a little nudgy from the train rocking.
Ugh. Rocking. Do not want. |